2004-07-09 - 11:41 a.m.
Pizza and Beer. This is what my diet all week has consisted of. Pizza and Beer. And it always seemed like a good idea at the time. Actually, the pizza and beer was accompanied by conversations that ranged from the burgeoning talent of Jewish Novelists to euphemisms of Cynthia Rothrock’s sex life. Which is how you know you are with good friends, when you speculate about a D Movie actress’ sex life using the different styles of Kung Fu as metaphor. It’s been a bit of a social week, and thus my mood is more elevated than normal. I’ve been ignoring my flat though. I decided that I shouldn’t call it the Apartment anymore. Flat is just cooler and reflects the atmosphere of the place much better than Apartment. Pretty soon I’ll be adopting a faux British accent and inviting people over for tea. I’ll have to go with a satellite dish so I can get the BBC. Most people just become insufferable, I am merely planning to. Except, I no doubt already am.
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